Looking at the title, you would think this is a cliche thing where I'm some punk going "My dad grounded me... I hate him so much" or some crap like that. Trust me, it's not.
Well, my dad and I have always had issues. He has never gone to one of my basketball games in the 10 years I've been playing, not one soccer game, track meet, lacrosse game, not even the year I attempted Little League and hated it. He missed my kindergarten graduation, 8th grae graduation, absolutely nothing. Instead, he either worked through it or slept through it.
Well, a big reason for this is because 35 years ago, he got hooked on smoking weed. And the weed led to things like cocaine, speed, ecstasy, but the big one; crystal meth. I found out about his addictions a few months ago. And the killer was, 5 years ago when he was in the hospital with an "injury" and almost died, it was a work related thing where his thinking was screwed up because of an extreme high. He was in the hospital for a week at that point, and then when he got released, was bedridden for 6 months.
He admitted to everything but the meth back in February. I found out about the meth on my own a few days later, when he asked me to get something rfom his truck and there was a shitload of meth in his backseat.
Well, my parent's are thankfully getting a divorce. I can't stand that man. but that's not the end of it all...
A few weeks ago, I found out the most angering thing about him... he's having an affair. He got a phone call, I walked into the room next to the one he was in. He thought he was alone, and I heard him talking about it with his brother. My dad being the dipshit that he is put the phone on speaker phone, obviously being too high to thnik completely straight since he barely recognized me when i walked in about 15 minutes beforehand. That, and he reeked of meth.
Another issue, my mom doesn't know about the affair. I've been wanting to tell her, but I just can't.
Well, now I can't even hear the word dad without wanting to hit someone in the face. I just can't handle him anymore, and I want absolutely no part in his life. I'm surprisingly handling this alot better than I thought, but I've been careful on who finds out anything. A few close friends know, and my girlfriend knows. But still, I've been crying myself to sleep the past few nights. And now that it's summertime for me, I'll have to see even more of my dad.
Well, my dad and I have always had issues. He has never gone to one of my basketball games in the 10 years I've been playing, not one soccer game, track meet, lacrosse game, not even the year I attempted Little League and hated it. He missed my kindergarten graduation, 8th grae graduation, absolutely nothing. Instead, he either worked through it or slept through it.
Well, a big reason for this is because 35 years ago, he got hooked on smoking weed. And the weed led to things like cocaine, speed, ecstasy, but the big one; crystal meth. I found out about his addictions a few months ago. And the killer was, 5 years ago when he was in the hospital with an "injury" and almost died, it was a work related thing where his thinking was screwed up because of an extreme high. He was in the hospital for a week at that point, and then when he got released, was bedridden for 6 months.
He admitted to everything but the meth back in February. I found out about the meth on my own a few days later, when he asked me to get something rfom his truck and there was a shitload of meth in his backseat.
Well, my parent's are thankfully getting a divorce. I can't stand that man. but that's not the end of it all...
A few weeks ago, I found out the most angering thing about him... he's having an affair. He got a phone call, I walked into the room next to the one he was in. He thought he was alone, and I heard him talking about it with his brother. My dad being the dipshit that he is put the phone on speaker phone, obviously being too high to thnik completely straight since he barely recognized me when i walked in about 15 minutes beforehand. That, and he reeked of meth.
Another issue, my mom doesn't know about the affair. I've been wanting to tell her, but I just can't.
Well, now I can't even hear the word dad without wanting to hit someone in the face. I just can't handle him anymore, and I want absolutely no part in his life. I'm surprisingly handling this alot better than I thought, but I've been careful on who finds out anything. A few close friends know, and my girlfriend knows. But still, I've been crying myself to sleep the past few nights. And now that it's summertime for me, I'll have to see even more of my dad.
